oh, sweet frivolity.

Can I just say, right now I have no thoughts or opinions on anything neither deep nor insightful, and on this glorious spring day when everything seemed to be going right, the thing that most boosted my spirits when I looked in the mirror this morning was...wait for it...my hair. Oh yes. I'm going to throw away every notion of self consciousness when I say, my hair looks damn good right now. And it hasn't, all semester. I've got typical asian hair - just way too thick and resilient for me to ever be able to do anything creative with it, so I just used to wear it long, and let it do whatever it wanted. But after a while I always started to itch, I got bored, and my mom would inevitably convince me to take it to the metal with her style of choice, and i'd always hate it. It was a vicious cycle - grow. get sick of it. cut. freak. cry. grow. get sick of it. cut. freak. cry. you get the idea. But this time, I think i got it right. Last month I did some layers in the front myself with more meticulousness than usual, and even though it looked weird at the time, now it's starting to look less awkward and more...sweet. I don't care what anybody says, I'm never taking anyone else's advice about my hair from now on (love you mom). no matter how badly she wants me to look like Cyd Charisse, Reese Witherspoon, or her, I will not succumb. I just don't look good with straight-across-the-forehead bangs, my face shape just isn't conducive to that kokeshi doll kind of haircut (the last and final attempt occurring over winter break, where it was just short beyond reason and painfully weird looking.) anyway, hurrah! the awkward phase is over! so excuse me as I toss my mane in the sunlight and carry on with my day. aren't you glad you got to read about it??